Clay sat up, swinging a leg over Jeff’s body to straddle him. He grabbed both wrists and pinned them by Jeff’s head, bending closer until they shared a breath between parted lips. “There’s something about...

No, I didn’t know. So, you’re quite a gentleman. Don’t we sound like a good pair—the devil woman and the gentleman?

She grabbed her clutch bag and circled her arms around his neck. “Caulder McCutchen, I’m really not sure what you are.”He lifted his head and looked down at her, squinted. “I’m a man. Enough said?”Velia...

Three years? That’s a thousand tomorrows, ma’am.